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  “Yes,” she whimpers, her hair falling down her back as she lifts her head, and arches her spine, putting her lush tits right into my palms. I knead her, pinch her nipples until they’re swollen and hard. Her hips move, her sweet little pussy desperate for something to squeeze. I’d be more than happy to help with that. But first I need to play with the sexy woman who’s tied up and at my mercy.

  With one hand on her breast, I slide the other down her body, and jerk my hips forward, massaging my dick against her sweet ass. I slide my palm down her stomach, dip into her jeans and cup her wet sex. She rocks and moans, and rubs up against the door. She is so damn open and sexy, the sight of her writhing like this is pure heaven. This woman makes me weak in the knees and that’s a whole lot scary.

  “I’ve been suffering all day,” I whisper into her ear.

  “Suffering?”

  “Yeah, for a taste of you.” She moans, and I slide a thick finger into her hot wet core. “Shit, you are so wet for me.”

  “You’re not the only one who’s been suffering,” she tells me and bucks backward, a greedy little thrust as she rides my finger. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  I keep my hand there, let her use me, take what her body needs.

  “I should just tug these jeans down and put my cock inside you, fuck you hard for making me worry about you.” Her body convulses. “You’d probably like that though.”

  “I don’t think so,” she says, and I chuckle. She cries out as I remove my finger from her tight pussy. I grip the band of her jeans and slide them down, just enough to expose her hot ass. I take her cheeks into my palms and spread them. “Maybe I’ll bend you over right here and push myself into this tight hole,” I say, lightly running my finger along her puckered crevice.

  She gasps.

  “Ah, look at you. Not so sure you like that idea, huh?”

  “Cason,” she moans as I insert a pinky finger into her. She quivers around me, and I cup her sex again, rub my palm over her clit as I slowly introduce her ass to a new kind of pleasure. “I’ve never...”

  “I know, baby. I know.” I tease her back passage a little more, stretching her out, wanting to fill every inch of her. My mouth goes to her neck and I slide my tongue over her. “I want my tongue on your pussy,” I say and slowly turn her.

  Her hands twist in the scarves, and the sight of her, her cheeks pink, her eyes so lust-imbued and needy, it nearly brings me to my knees. I have never seen a woman want me the way this one does right now. It screws me over in the worst way.

  I stare, take my time to burn this image into my memory. As my gaze rakes over her, my body aroused at the rising and falling of her lush tits with each breath, I take a measured step back. I tear my own shirt from my body and shove it away. Her eyes widen at my impatience, and the hunger raging inside me fills the room, curls around us like a wild animal ready to claim its prey.

  “You’re mine,” I growl.

  “Cason...please.”

  “Say it,” I demand, not wanting to think too hard on why I need those words to spill from her lips.

  “I’m yours.”

  Her fingers wiggle, like she’s desperate to get them on me, and while I want that, too, I like having her tied up like this. I bend forward, take one breast into my palm as my mouth goes to the other. Need blazes through me, lighting a fiery path to my balls. They tighten, beg for release, and I groan against her breasts as I scrape my teeth over her delicate nipple. It swells painfully in my mouth and with little finesse and much greed, I shove my hand between her legs. I run the back of my palm over her sex, pressing into her, and sliding it back and forth to part her lips.

  “You want my finger in you?” I ask.

  “Cason... I can’t...” she murmurs, her voice a hushed whisper. “Touch me. Please. Now.”

  I suck her nipple so hard, my cheeks form hollows, and she whimpers. “What makes you think you get to tell me what to do?” I tease, mercilessly spreading her but avoiding direct contact with her swollen clit. She struggles against the bindings, but doesn’t pull her hands free. She’s so damn delirious with need she’s tossing her head from side to side, her eyes glazed, her cheeks rosy red. I love this wild look on her and if I had it my way, I’d ruthlessly toy with her every goddamn day.

  Who says I can’t have it my way?

  “Does this little pussy need me?” I brush her clit, and she yelps and writhes like a restrained animal. “Maybe I’ll just keep you tied up like this all night, and touch you when I feel like it.” I lightly stroke her sex, opening her up for my girth. Her small tremors vibrate through me and I nearly lose my damn mind.

  She bends forward, curls her body as her orgasm pulls at her. A moment later, restless and edgy, her head flails back and I reach behind, fist her hair and tug until her eyes open.

  “Look at me.” Her eyes fly open. “I want to see you when you come.”

  “Yes. I’m so close.” She wets her bottom lip and I close in for the kill. My lips find hers and I devour her mouth, my dick so hard, it’s a wonder I have any blood left in my brain. I eat at her delicious mouth, tangle our tongues until she’s moaning. I tear my lips away, and her eyes are so dazed I’m not sure she’s still with me.

  “Londyn?” I ask, my voice rough and shallow, as I try to keep a measure of control.

  “I love the way you kiss me,” she says.

  “You like my mouth here,” I begin and roughly run my thumb over her bruised bottom lip. “Or perhaps you’d prefer it here.” I probe her opening, offering her a finger up to my first knuckle, and she whimpers and moves. Her muscles try to clench around me, but I’m not done torturing her.

  “Please put your finger back in me.”

  “The second I do, you’re going to come, aren’t you?” I dip my head, and lick her nipple again. As I brutally prolong her pleasure, I twirl her marbled nub between my teeth and she sags against the door, a quivering mess of need. I suck harder, and beneath my finger, her clit pulses. “Does my baby need to come?”

  “Yes.”

  Deciding to end the sweet torment, I slide one thick finger into her and she lets go, her muscles clenching hard as her body releases in a rush of hot liquid. It bathes my fingers and hand, and drips down her legs, preparing her sweet pussy for my throbbing cock. She comes and comes and comes some more and when she finally stops, I pull my finger from her sweet pussy and put it in my mouth.

  “Fuck you taste good.”

  She pants for breath, and watches me with aroused eyes. “Cason...”

  “Yeah.” Giving her no time to recover, I untie her hands, take hold of her chin and lift it until her mouth is poised open. “Is there something specific you wanted to put in here,” I ask, and run my finger over her bottom lip. She shakes my hand away from her jaw, and before I realize what she’s doing, she bends forward and draws my index finger into her mouth. She sucks, rolls her hot wet tongue around it and moans.

  “Shit,” I curse as the pressure builds, the greedy little bastard between my legs screaming at me to put her on her knees and fill her mouth with something a whole lot bigger than a finger.

  Dammed if I don’t like that idea. A lot.

  I put my hands on her shoulders and push. She grins, and I get it. She likes the power she has over me. Likes that I’m amped up like an addict on crack and so lost in her I can’t wait one goddamn second to feel her lush lips around my dick. Yeah, she’s an addiction I don’t want to quit and the image of my dick sliding between her full lips has been taunting me since she first told me there was only one thing she was interested in putting in her mouth.

  “Still hungry?” I ask.

  “Starving.”

  “What do you want?”

  “I want you to feed me your cock, Cason. I want all of you, every inch in my throat, and I don’t care if you choke me.”

  A hard quake roc
ks my body and I shove my jeans to my knees and cup the back of her head. I almost laugh at my roughness, at my lack of grace, but it’s what she wants, and I have no restraint left in me. Hell, no one can accuse me of being a gentleman tonight.

  She parts her pretty lips, and I grip my cock and feed it to her, giving her one inch at a time, until I’m groaning and hitting the back of her throat. She chokes a little and I try to pull out but she cups my ass cheeks and holds me to her.

  “You keep that up and I’ll come down your throat,” I say, and that simply seems to encourage her. Down on her knees, her head bobs as she takes me in, and every time she pulls back, sucking only my crown, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

  “You give the best head,” I say, and her eyes lift in pure pleasure. Jesus, she flourishes under my appreciation and encouragement.

  Her hands go to my balls, and my dick slips from her mouth. “I never used to like it,” she murmurs.

  “You like my dick, Londyn?” I desperately need her to say yes.

  “With you, I like everything, and yes that includes your dick in my mouth.”

  “Show me,” I say and cup the back of her head, guiding that sexy mouth back to my crown. She fucks me with her mouth, and I clench my teeth to hold on.

  “Your mouth...so good.” I fist my fingers in her hair. “More. Deeper.” I’ve never needed any woman to swallow me whole, or take as much of me as they could but with her it’s different. I need every inch of myself inside her, an impossible task, but it’s not preventing her from trying and I love that about her.

  Love?

  No, this is sex, I remind myself, but that thought evaporates as she moans around my cock, the vibrations pulling an orgasm from my deepest depths. My cock thickens, my veins bulge and I try to pull her off me but no, she’s not having any of that.

  “Londyn,” I say, and as she moans around my cock, I let go in her mouth. Keeping me to the back of her throat, she swallows me, and I grip her hair tighter, my heart pounding out of my damn chest.

  She releases my dick, and smiles up at me. She wipes the back of her mouth with her hand and I haul her to her feet.

  “You good?” I ask and assess her face.

  “I’ve never done that before,” she admits honestly.

  “Since we’re sharing secrets, I’ve never done that before either.”

  Her face lights up. “That was the first time you...” she lowers her voice “...came down a woman’s throat.”

  I laugh. “Why are you whispering?”

  She starts chuckling, and I hold her to me. “I don’t know. I guess I’m glad I was your first.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Since we’re being honest. I always wanted you to be my first, Cason.”

  “There were a lot of things I wanted from you, too,” I say, and to keep this light, I reach around and slap her backside. “This week I plan to take...”

  She nibbles her lip, a teasing warmth in her eyes. “And I plan to give.”

  My heart stops beating, as a bone-deep need grips me tight.

  Yeah, you’re not in any trouble here at all, dude.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Londyn

  A COOL BREEZE slides over my skin as I shift, and my lids slowly flutter open. For one split second I have no idea where I am, but as memories from last night infiltrate my sleepy brain, I sink into the mattress, a satisfied moan catching in my throat.

  I turn, and a hollow feeling seeps into my bones and takes up residency in my chest, right around the vicinity of my heart, when I find the other side of Cason’s bed empty. After that incredible round of sex against the door, we ordered a pizza and ate it in front of the fire. It was romantic and intimate, the wind whipping outside as he shared his upcoming new spring collection with me. We talked for hours on end about his new line, and afterward he carried me to his bed where he buried himself in me again. As I revel in the memories, I give a lazy catlike stretch and enjoy the ache in my muscles, some of which I didn’t even know existed. Last night was perfect, which makes me wonder why he didn’t want to be here when I woke up.

  My gaze goes to the crack in the window, and I jerk upright when I find the sun high in the sky. What the heck? I check the nightstand clock. Holy hell, it’s late morning. No wonder Cason is up and gone. He probably has a ton of work to do. Work I’d love to help more with. My stomach rumbles and I can’t believe I’m hungry again, but given the time of day...

  “Good morning.”

  I turn, and the sight of a freshly showered Cason leaning against the doorjamb, two cups of coffee in his hands, pushes back the cold skating over my skin. Could he be any more adorable and how is it he’s getting better looking by the minute? The cool air chills my skin, and I reach for a blanket and cover up.

  “A very good morning,” I correct. He gives a slow shake of his head and makes a tsking sound that has me sitting up a little straighter. My stomach tightens, “What?”

  With a nod he gestures to the blankets covering me. “I was enjoying the view.”

  Flutters erupt in my stomach and I relax as he teases me. “You’re kind of a creeper, Cason.” He arches a playful brow. “How often do you watch me without me knowing, anyway?”

  “As often as I can,” he says and pushes off the door. He comes my way and I roll toward him as he perches on the edge of the mattress.

  “Is that for me?” I ask, and he hands me the cup. I take a big sip and moan.

  Cason groans and sets his cup on the nightstand. “I like that sound. Although I like it better when I’m the reason behind it.” He’s in a different mood today. Lighter. Playful. I like it a lot. He usually has the weight of the world on his shoulders, and it’s nice to see the edge is gone, and his shoulders are no longer around his ears.

  “I’m sure you can figure out a way to rouse that sound in me,” I tease.

  He reaches out, lightly runs his finger over my mouth, and it travels lower until he’s cupping my sex. My body responds but the warmth in his eyes when he looks at me, holy hell...my heart is wide-awake now, doing the damn macarena. I set my cup down before I spill hot coffee on myself.

  “I’m going to hold you to that, but we have to go out,” he says quietly as he lightly touches my sex.

  I move against his hand. “What’s on the agenda today, Prince Charming? We never did get out on your boat yesterday. Is that what you’re thinking?”

  “Prince Charming, huh?” He rubs the pad of his thumb over my flesh. “Is that what you want?”

  I crinkle my nose. “I might be a romantic at heart, but honestly I’m not sure I believe in happily-ever-after.”

  His hand leave my body and I want to cry out at the loss. I pull myself together as he reaches for his coffee and takes a sip. “You said you were a girl who wanted to marry for love,” he says matter-of-factly.

  “Yeah, I know...”

  His brow rises. “But you don’t believe in happily-ever-after?” he asks, his head angled, his look dubious.

  Dammit, I hate that he can see right through me.

  “That’s right.”

  He nods slowly. “Then I guess we have that in common.” Once again he sets his coffee on the nightstand next to mine, and shifts closer. “I talked to Luis this morning.”

  My spine stiffens. “Luis as in Luis Laurent?”

  He rakes his fingers through his damp hair. “The one and only.”

  “What...what did you talk to him about?”

  “I needed his advice.”

  “Oh, about your new spring lineup?” I ask, ignoring the flare of disappointment sweeping through me. He asked me for my thoughts last night, and I had some good ideas on the accessories to best showcase the clothing on the app, but I guess he wanted to hear from a true professional.

  “No. We talked about the kind of machine you’d need to help with th
e costumes.”

  My breath stalls in my lungs. “Are you serious?”

  “Do I look like the kind of guy who’d joke about that?”

  “No.” Cason did this, for me? Truthfully, I really do not deserve it at all. I shake my head and my hair falls over my shoulder. “Cason, I—”

  “You’re not going to argue with me, are you?” I’m about to continue my protest, but he laughs. “It’s not going to get you anywhere, Londyn. I’m supposed to be pampering you, and I plan to do it. I guess you’re right. I am bossy, so zip it.” He runs his thumb and index finger over his lips.

  “Zip it?” I blurt out.

  He laughs. “Yeah, zip it or I’ll zip it for you.”

  I lift my chin, all indignant-like, even though his sweetness wrecks me a little more with each passing moment, and releases a need inside me that I’m too frightened to acknowledge. But what we’re doing here, this isn’t the real deal. He’s playing the part of Prince Charming by day, Big Bad Wolf by night, and the combination isn’t something a girl can walk away from unscathed.

  “I’d like to see you try,” I say, my objection sounding weak, even to my own ears.

  “You asked for this.” He leans into me, and any further protest dies a fast death as his lips capture mine and terminate my flow of words. The last time a man kissed me speechless was...never. But oh, this is so much better than arguing. As I clamor for more, one hand goes to my bare thigh, making it impossible for me to think as his fingers draw lazy circles on my trembling flesh. His lips devour mine, and I moan, my tongue tangling wickedly with his.

  He inches back and his warm chuckle, rich and sexy, curls around me, and my entire body shudders. “Ready to zip it?” he mutters into my mouth, my lips still parted, poised and waiting for more.

  “You don’t play fair,” I say with a sigh.

  “No, I don’t.”

  “You’re going to pay for that.”

  “Or maybe instead, later tonight, when I get you back here alone, we can pick up where we left off.”

  “Okay,” I say dreamily.